Friday, January 3, 2014

Let It Go (Poem 276)

covered with moss, the flat-topped rock is 
cool, spongy, damp 
as a well-wrung dishcloth    around it, crystal 
clear and speaking in tongues, snow-melt urges 
a stream upward, lifting grasses along the bank until 
the strands ripple like silk   there, in the deep 
emerald shade, the siren silence fills your ears, 
lures thoughts and cares into another, glacial 
world, where they remain indefinitely 
suspended    devoid of words, fingers feel, eyes 
see    a leaf with deckled golden edges 
floats on the current
let it go, let it go

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six